The day was a very fine one. I arose later than usual from having disturbed rest on account of the Baby. I have tried her three nights and have slept but about half as much as I commonly do. Isaac Hull went to Boston with his brother Thomas. I therefore1 did not continue with Demosthenes. My father stopped me with a few moments Conversation. He entertains the intention of purchasing the Patriot Newspaper as a Speculation, in case of his not being nominated for any situation which should make it improper, and he suggested to me the idea of becoming it’s editor, to be assisted by him as a Contributor.2 This is a matter for consideration. Some circumstances might make the situation quite desirable to me while the care, responsibility and hazard would rather alter my present smooth way of living. I told him that I would consider of it. Read a little of the Federalist, but my attention was shaken by thinking upon this subject. I copied a letter for my Father which took up a good deal of time.3

Afternoon, walked with him to the Orchard at Mount Wollaston, and examined the condition of the Trees. Found them pretty well, but overgrown with suckers about the root, which I felt obliged to Clip. So that my afternoon’s work was somewhat laborious. We got home by Sunset, and I read Bacon’s Essay, of suspicion.

Evening, from my walk, and my sleeping so little of late, I was very drowsy. Read the Spectator and retired early.